Submissive Executive Finds His Master | Part 2

Kneeling in the darkness of the room, I saw him illuminated only by the light of the laptop and the bathroom light that had been left on. He had me hypnotized: his well-formed and strong arms, his large and well-worked chest, his firm abdomen, although not marked... his trimmed hair on his chest and abdomen. For me, a God.

He stood in front of me with his hard cock and brought it close to my mouth. I opened up and he started fucking me. His experience was noticeable in each perfect thrust that brushed against my throat. He was moving to the rhythm of the house music coming from the laptop. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of a man fucking my mouth.

Then he leaned towards a table behind me, took something out of a drawer, stopped the fucking, and put the bottle under my nose: "Inhale".

I obeyed, inhaling once, deeply. He closed the bottle and didn't wait much longer to push his cock into my throat. I had experience with deepthroat, so I received it well, gladly, feeling his flesh filling my throat.

He continued fucking my mouth, stopping twice to make me inhale deeply - once each time -, waiting for a second, and then pushing it to the bottom. My hard cock was just from feeling that man using my mouth, my arms at my sides, not daring to touch him.

He stopped again.

He lifted me up by the armpits and pushed me onto the bed. I ended up face down, knowing what was coming. He put the bottle in my hand, closed this time. And said: "smell".

I understood that I had to inhale again. I did.

"Again" - I obeyed, changing nasal cavities.

And so, lying face down on the bed, I felt him stop behind me. When the rush of the aroma hit me, his cock was starting to enter my ass. Smooth but constant. He put it all in, making me arch like I was doing a sun salutation. It wasn't a big cock, which made entry easier, but it touched a point that made me reach heaven, between pain and pleasure.

I fell back onto the bed.

He positioned me so that we were lying totally on the mattress, I felt his body on top, his hair rubbing against my back. My hands in front of my head holding the little bottle. And he started fucking me like a God.

A couple of minutes and he told me to "smell more", my body obeyed immediately, I opened the bottle clumsily. He stopped the thrusts while I inhaled, once for each nostril. I felt the blood in my head and he started thrusting again.

I fell with my head looking to the left and accidentally saw the reflection in the TV: a man with perfect hip movements, synchronized with the beat of the house music. His arms resting beside me, tense, showing his muscles. And I was enduring his perfect fucking. I didn't know how long he had been fucking me, but I was enjoying my man. "If he keeps going like this, he's going to come" I thought.

I was very wrong.

He pulled his cock out of my ass. It felt empty, open from the ef...